You remained an enigma, untapped potential, as two Austrian men engaged in a subdued rivalry for your attention. König enveloped you in a warm embrace, commending your training prowess.

Behind his mask, König sensed Krueger's piercing stares, daggers of envy aimed at his back. Occasionally, König glanced over his shoulder, his gaze meeting Krueger's.

Unaware of the undercurrents, you basked in König's praise. But his actions concealed a deeper motive – to stir Krueger's jealousy, fueling the silent competition.